Winning Declamation and How to Speak Them; Part I--For Intermediate and Grammar Grades; Part II--For High Schools and Colleges - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...hard for peace and order, Worshiping as queens, their women, Making homes and building cities, Full of riches and of trouble. All our hunting grounds must vanish, All our lodges fall before them, All our happy life of freedom, Fade away like smoke before them. Come, my brothers, strike your tepees, Call your women, load your ponies! Let us take the trail to westward, Where the plains are wide and open, Where the bison herds are gathered _ Waiting for our feathered arrows. We will live as lived our fathers, Gleaners of the gifts of nature, Hunters of the unkept cattle, Men whose women run to serve them. If the toiling bees pursue us, If the white men seek to tame us, We will fight them off and flee them, Break their hives and take their honey, Moving westward, ever westward, There to live as lived our fathers." 3 So the red men drove their ponies, With the tent poles trailing after, Out along the path to sunset, While along the river valleys Swarmed the wild bees, the forerunners. And the white men, close behind them, Men of mark from old Missouri, Men of daring from Kentucky, Tennessee, Louisiana, Men of many States and races, Bringing wives and children with them, Followed up the wooded valleys, Spread across the rolling prairies, Raising homes and reaping harvests. Rude the toil that tried their patience, Fierce the fights that proved their courage, Rough the stone and tough the timber Out of which they built their order! Yet they never failed nor faltered, And the instinct of their swarming Made them one and kept them working, Till their toil was crowned with triumph, And the country of the Tejas Was the fertile land of Texas. The Eagle's Song Richard Mansfield The sweep of the thought in this poem, embracing our...